Playtime at the Park - Act 1 
by Murreki

It was a beautiful warm fall afternoon in the Shawnee Park, a day after a heavy rainstorm. Murreki is walking along the path with his mother, the small fox dressed in a long-sleeved pastel pink and purple top and a short jean skirt. His typical thick diaper was easily peeking below the hem of the skirt, displaying to the park-goers who passed by. With each waddle Murreki took, an audible rustling was heard around him. Mom walked beside him, both holding paws. She sported a long sky blue sundress, a subtle bulge around her waist likely causing a few double-takes.
Murreki had signaled to his mom about a quarter mile of trail back that his diaper had started to leak. One could have followed the small trail of wet spots on the concrete walking path and have been lead right to them. Mom eventually settled on a park bench as they reached the center plaza of the park, a large water fountain display adorning the center of it. They were in the main thoroughfair of the park now.
Momma laid Murreki down on the bench she chose and slowly begins removing items from the diaper backpack she had been carrying: A changing mat, travel sized powder, wipes and a fresh and thick diaper. 
Momma begins unbuckling his skirt and slides it off him, fully exposing his leaking diaper to the world. Murreki a tad tussy by this point, let his wandering paw squeeze and squish the front of his soaked diaper. "Ah, ah." Mom would say, as she tapped him on the nose and moved his paws to his side. He whined and fussed even more, desperate to keep touching his saggy, dripping diaper.
As mom leaned over him to adjust the mat he now laid on top of, he tried his best to start pushing his crotch against her. He looked up at her as she leaned over him, the panting boy aching in his diaper, begging subtly for any kind of attention. She leaned in and kissed his forehead while rubbing the tip of his ear between her thumb and index finger, whispering soothing words to him, but playful enough to cause his ears to flit backwards and a giggle to escape his trembling muzzle.
Her paws moved slowly down his body, claws occasionally gliding on his chest and tummy, resting right over the front of his diaper. She took her time with the first tape, watching his reaction intently. He was squirming in place, making small squeaking and groaning noises in his throat. She continued to tease him, placing her large paw on the entire front and pushing down, so she could undo the second tape. Murreki chanced humping upward and was met with the paw moving to his chest to keep him still.
"Mommaaa~" the young fox would mutter.
Quiet shushings could be heard as she pulled the diaper open. Murreki continued pining for release as his mom pulled the diaper from under him, folded it in half and sat it just above his head. His eyes followed it with desire, but immediately gasped and darted downward as a cold wipe was pushed into his tailhole. The squirming didnt last long as she moved upward, cleaning between his legs. He began panting hard as mom continued. Occasional glances at the soaked diaper by his head were met with a paw pulling his attention back to momma.
The wipe was now teasing his aching bits, as she wiped below and around it, still intently watching his face as he panted and gazed down at his own waist, begging for release. His chest moved up and down rapidly as she continued to clean him. Finally, she wrapped a new cold wipe around his bits and gave them one quick stroke. Just enough for the toddler to arch his back expentantly, but quickly pulled away to stop him from climaxing. 
Soft whimpering and protests awarded the flustered fox with a large pacifier being dangled above him, causing his attention to focus on the large bulb above his head. Momma slid it to his muzzle, he unclenched his jaw and she ever so slowly slid it in. The kit nursed it quietly, his eyes locked in on the towering fox sitting beside him, who now reached behind herself to grab the thick diaper she set out.
 As she unfolded it, the pristine white shined in the sunlight, tiny little forest creatures that adorned the front panel practically waving at him in anticipation. Momma leaned in close, her breathing quickening as well, pulled the diaper open right by his ear -- nice and slow, excentuating every small noise it makes. Murreki responded as his chest began moving up and down quickly, his ears twitching and flitting around from the noises he loved so much. 
The crunch and crinkle of a fresh diaper, the elastic pulling away from the inner fluff, of momma's pawpads just barely squeaking against the soft outer plastic as she worked it slowly in her paws to puff it up a bit. She squeezed and pulled it, as if to fluff a pillow, rubbing it between her paws and letting it get close to her face to take in the welcoming scent of it. Looking down at her needy cub, his eyes and body language pined for the same. She leaned down with the warmest smile and held it to his nose, giving the kit a good five seconds to scratch the itch of his yearning.  She watched him lustfully perk up as he noticed it was his turn, her own chest now moving in and out must faster as well, earning a quick grope to her diapered midsection. 
Murreki leaned in and shakingly snuffed at the open diaper, his poor neglected bits throbbing into the warm afternoon air, letting out small chuffs to make room in his lungs to inhale more. What seemed after no time at all, momma pulled the perfect diaper away from him and gave him the instruction to lift his butt.
He miserably obliged, desperately wanting more time with his new diaper. She slides it under him and begins powdering him, the mixture of scents slowly driving him wild. His bits, now covered in powder, had coated his lower belly fur in pre-cum, mixing with the powder to form a small coating of paste. The kit moved his shaking paws up to his eyes in sheer embarrassment over his exposed position and the inevitable release that was about to happen. 
Momma pulled the diaper up between his legs. The heavenly soft inner fabric of his new diaper cupped his tiny orbs like nothing else can, enveloping them on all sides as the elastic gathers slid across his upper thigh to tuck comfortably in between his groin and legs. Momma slowed down for the last part, excentuating every movement to force as many noisy crinkles from the diaper as she could when she pulled it down over his aching shaft. 
The feeling of the soft cloud of fluff encompassing his most sensitive areas, rustling and crinkling as they did so sent him spiraling through a whirlwind of sensory overload. He yelped out, and, despite the large pacifier held in his maw, caused a short lived echo around the plaza as he began spraying jets of cum upward, splashing against his face, shirt, and belly.
 Momma continued on as he jolted and tightened up through his climax, taping him up while he was still in the middle of his much desired release. Small shots of cum could be seen escaping the waistband of his diaper and settling into his cream coloured tummy fur. She pulled his stained shirt down as far as it'd go, which still didn't even cover his belly button, and lifted him up and into her lap. She laid his head close to her and began licking his face clean while shuttering, panting, and shaking herself.
Thoughts of a private release for herself was impossible. She needed it here and now, despite the hustle and bustle of the park. She clung tightly to her freshly diapered fox, smelling of diaper-scent, baby powder, musk and cum. She continued to clean him up slowly, her heart beating the walls of her chest and started pushing down on his shoulders and upwards with her own diapered crotch. She held her son's face to her chest and began whispering into his ear. "Momma's good boy" -- "Can you hear momma's diaper, too?" -- "Mommy loves you" were a few. He churred and grunted as she pressed her crotch against his diapered behind lustfully, needing her own release desperately.
"Ahhh! Mmmhff.." She hissed in his ear and Murreki felt the push of his mother flooding her own diaper underneath him with many times more the amount of cum than he just shot all over himself.
"Thaaats a boy, settle down now.." she said to him in a broken voice, panting and huffing after her climax. She sat there on the bench with him for a while, the diaper supplies still strewn out around them. The oversized toddler in nothing but his shirt and diaper, facing away from any potential onlookers with his face hidden in his mother's chest, her slowing but forceful heartbeats bumping against his head. She slowly rubbed his back and diapered bottom as they relaxed, bathing in the afternoon sunlight.
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